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The dark blue pegasus hovered idly around the bushy fields, watching in the faint moonlight for any sign of that stallion-turned-mare she'd left for Hylund to take care of. Before too long, a dazed figure half-embedded in a bush caught her eyes, her wings carrying her down to the grass below. A small chuckle left her lips as she trotted over. "There y'are Parchment. Enjoy Hylund's way of getting you back down from the mountains, or are you reconsidering the TOPHAT now?"

The earth pony mare gave her head a faint shake, still working through the grogginess of the deflation and landing. She blunk a few times, Night Strike letting off a sigh. "Alright, alright, let's get you back to your old self now. Parchment Bleach, Parchment Bleach, Parchment Bleach."

Much to her surprise, the mare laying in the bush soon began to glow all over, the light becoming nigh unbearable in the darnkess and prompting Night Strike to put a foreleg up to shield her eyes, the curse working it's magic. Well, least the transition will be obvious enough when it happens. The light soon faded, and the still-dazed earth pony stallion sat in front of her now. He gave his head another shake, this one a bit more firm, pushing himself up out of the foliage and back onto his hooves. "Ugh… you have some real weird friends, Angel, you know that?" He reached a hoof up to poke at his muzzle, giving his flanks a light shake as well and breathing a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank Celestia… and, er, you too, Angel. Maybe I should upgrade you to 'Guardian' Angel instead."

Night strike let off a small huff, Parchment scratching at his back and brushing some leaves off, letting off another sigh. "Well, aside from a certain dragon owing me a pair of glasses, at least today's over… thinking about it, should be just in time for ladies night out at the bowling alley. Wonder if any fine mare's got her hoof stuck in the machinery and needs a handsome stallion to help get her flattened self out if it~" Yep, Parchment's back alright… for the moment…

A devious grin crossed Night Strike's muzzle as the earth pony stallion started trotting off, the pegasus drawing in a quick breath and hoping her motor mouth skills haven't left her. "PrettyPaperPrettyPaperPrettyPaper!"

Another blinding flash engulfed the earth pony, making him stumble and fall to the grass, a much more feminine muzzle impacting the dirt as she came out of the transformation once more. Night Strike let off a small cackle, seeing Parchment — well, now Pretty Paper — let off a grunt of frustration. She trotted over, helping the mare back onto her hooves and giving her a light pat on the shoulder. "Come on Bravo, why don't you get your spare glasses and head out with me. Trust me, bowling's actually pretty fun when you're playing the game… I'll change you back afterwards, promise. But only if you promise me no shenanigans."

Pretty Paper let off a small groan — held hostage by Angel, and she knows her secret too. Well, could be worse.

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Posted previously at: 2018-10-02T01:49:13 | Posted previously by: the-furry-railfan